After saying the words of drinking and looking for a girl, Artist, who had not woken up a little, immediately became more energetic, and a pair of sleepy eyes suddenly sparkled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He looked at Su Junyan and rubbed his fingers a little obscenely, meaning to do it or not.

Su Junyan didn't mind making friends with the most famous disciple under Hawke's seat, after all, Hawke could rescue him from the guillotine of the military tribunal for him to resist the great pressure from the military department.

From this, it can be seen that this drunken guy who discusses the girl's wine in the rigorous laboratory has a very high status in Hawke's heart.

Su Junyan nodded, and took a not complicated fourth-order fire system magic pattern construction diagram handed over by Artist, he glanced at it casually, and then understood what should be modified.

You're welcome, he grabbed Artist's construction pen and sketched it quickly.

In just one minute, the revision of this fourth-order fire system magic pattern construction map was completed.

"Perfect. Artst applauded quietly, and said in admiration, "Professional things should be left to professional people, the old man always wants me to study some magic patterns, he doesn't know where my talent is, the ocean of poetry is my paradise!"

In the last sentence, he used the tone of the aria, closed his eyes, and became self-absorbed.

"Oh, by the way, would you like to hear my new poem? It's perfect, and I'm sure whoever hears it will immediately fall in love with it. He paused, opened his eyes again, looked at Su Junyan with great anticipation, and repeated, "I think you must want to hear it, right?"

"That's right. Su Junyan smiled and nodded, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"I knew you were a person of good taste, completely different from those who wantonly slandered my poems in the Central Castle. With the look of meeting a bosom friend, Artst happily and eagerly took out a somewhat messy piece of paper from his bosom and began his recitation.

"Ah~~ Nightingale, ah!!!"

"You're so like a nightingale!!"

......

So, in the next five minutes, Su Junyan finally understood why the people in the Central Wangcheng wanted to slander his poems unpleasant, because it was not slander, it was really ugly.

He also suddenly understood how painful it was for the beautiful warlock who was fighting on the battlefield and being harassed by his poetry.

"How's it going?, isn't it particularly nice?" After reading the more than 1,000 words he had written, Nightingale, Artist couldn't wait to ask Su Junyan without breathing.

"Yes. Su Junyan nodded a little stiffly.

"I knew you could understand it, and well, I have a song of mine here, the Bird in the Trees. Artst nodded with satisfaction, and immediately took out a second, even more crumpled piece of paper from his arms, and started the second round of recitation without waiting for Su Junyan to refuse.

Su Junyan began to look forward to Hawke's early return, listening to Arter's poetry reciting poetry was really a big challenge in life.

Finally, after another ten long minutes, Su Junyan's scalp was about to go numb when he heard it.

Artest's triumph, the bird in the tree, is finally finished.

"Ah~~ Bird in the tree, why are you flying so low, isn't it, is there another bird on the ground?" Artist ends his poem with such a terrible sentence, and the whole person has entered a state of complete sublimation.

Su Junyan tugged at the corners of his mouth, resisted the urge to laugh, and applauded fakely.

He thought that he was really becoming more and more hypocritical, he was not such a person in the northwest and in the northland.

Central Wangcheng is truly a place of corruption.

"Well, very good, I've decided!" Artst reveled for a while before finally opening his eyes and said, "I'll take you to one of my favorite places tonight." ”

Su Junyan is naturally indispensable.

So the two of them stayed in the laboratory for a while, but fortunately Astst didn't read the poem to Su Junyan again.

Otherwise, he might really not be able to stand it.

Atst just handed over some of the drawings he had backlogged to Su Junyan and asked him to help complete them.

When it was getting dark and determining whether Hawke would come back for a while and a half, Astst took Su Junyan out of the house.

"You are a good person, I used to think that the old man helped someone I didn't know for no reason, which was a bit of a loss, but now I think it's good, you are very good, and we will be friends in the future." Atst patted Su Junyan's shoulder hard, obviously, Su Junyan was the person he didn't know.

But fortunately, Su Junyan appreciates his poems enough.

So he especially admired Su Junyan for coming.

Su Junyan secretly sighed that he was really lucky.

Beckoning a public carriage from Central Castle, Atst habitually touched it into his arms.

"Wait a minute, Master Artst!" the coachman, who was still a little careless, shouted in vain, he looked at Artst and the hand he put in his arms, and actually gave Su Junyan a feeling that he was about to sweat.

"Oh, do you know me?" said Atst wondered, then rejoiced, and took his hand out of his arms.

"No, that's right, I've had the pleasure of listening to your poems, ...... in the trees," said the coachman, who seemed to be a little unable to remember.

"Bird in the tree?" "Atst was even more smug.

"That's right, the bird in the tree, it's so wonderful, you paid for it last time, I like it very much, and I adore you very much, so please get in the car, it is really my supreme honor to be able to carry you once, and I don't have to charge for it." The coachman quickly nodded in reply.

Su Junyan felt a little speechless, Artst actually had the habit of paying the fare with poetry.

It seems that this coachman has also been ravaged by Artest's poetry, and has reached a level of fear.

I don't even want a fare.

"Then what's so embarrassing, so let's write a new one, Nightingale, read it to you. Artist was a little overjoyed, and hurriedly proposed, Ah, Nightingale, but his triumphant.

Su Junyan liked it very much just now, and I believe that the girls will also like it very much after a while.

Su Junyan's head immediately began to grow big, he didn't want to listen to it again, Nightingale.

"It's better to save this surprise for next time, good things always have to be digested slowly, I believe he is still immersed in the wonderful artistic conception of the bird in the tree. Su Junyan really felt like he was talking nonsense.

"Yes, yes, I'm still reminiscing about the birds in the trees. The coachman nodded again and again, looking at Su Junyan as if he had seen a life-saving benefactor.

"Well, that's fine, haha, Brother Su, you are really my bosom friend, very good, very good. "Otter is happy that he has already called Su Junyan Brother Su.